| Serious
|
| Alakazam, use your psychic attack
|
| It sounds like Nyge
|
| I’ve got hooks but I don’t go fishing
|
| Alakazam, I’ll make man go missing
|
| I was doing trips, you were at home kissing
|
| Now I’ve got Henny coming out when I’m pissing
|
| I’ve got hooks but I don’t go fishing
|
| Alakazam, I’ll make man go missing
|
| I was doing trips, you were at home kissing
|
| Now I’ve got Henny coming out when I’m pissing
|
| I’ve got hooks but I don’t go fishing
|
| Alakazam, I’ll make man go missing
|
| I was doing trips, you were at home kissing
|
| Now I’ve got Henny coming out when I’m pissing
|
| I’ve got hooks but I don’t go fishing
|
| Alakazam, I’ll make man go missing
|
| I was doing trips, you were at home kissing
|
| Now I’ve got Henny coming out when I’m pissing
|
| I’m a rockstar like Sting and Slash
|
| Now peng tings wanna call man back
|
| I’m a rockstar like Jeff or Matt
|
| Call my young thug, watch man get slatt
|
| Boy Better Know CEO on the track
|
| Curry in the ends, that’s right, he’s back
|
| Can’t push me 'cause you’ll get pushed back
|
| Easter egg, the black MAC go crack
|
| Catch man in traff, don’t lack
|
| Tee in white and Raf in black
|
| Pantomime, man act, get clapped
|
| I’m from West so that’s tracksuits black
|
| MTP or zone ten, that’s gang
|
| Hopped the fence and dem boy there ran
|
| Can’t stand the heat? |
| Then don’t touch that pan
|
| Free up S 'cause he lives in can
|
| Still cotch with them
|
| Ult like Denzel, been to Washington
|
| Box on Renzel, think you’re boxing 'em?
|
| Used to have Glocks and socks with rocks in 'em
|
| Now the world is different
|
| Same old Tracey but my girl is different
|
| Didn’t rate me till I made her listen
|
| She was boring till I made her glisten
|
| I’ve got hooks but I don’t go fishing
|
| Alakazam, I’ll make man go missing
|
| I was doing trips, you were at home kissing
|
| Now I’ve got Henny coming out when I’m pissing
|
| I’ve got hooks but I don’t go fishing
|
| Alakazam, I’ll make man go missing
|
| I was doing trips, you were at home kissing
|
| Now I’ve got Henny coming out when I’m pissing
|
| I’ve got hooks but I don’t go fishing
|
| Alakazam, I’ll make man go missing
|
| I was doing trips, you were at home kissing
|
| Now I’ve got Henny coming out when I’m pissing
|
| I’ve got hooks but I don’t go fishing
|
| Alakazam, I’ll make man go missing
|
| I was doing trips, you were at home kissing
|
| Now I’ve got Henny coming out when I’m pissing
|
| I’m blessed, ask about me, research
|
| Hear good things but know
|
| They won’t be around no more if they cuss bad words
|
| It’s all Rowntree till you get burst
|
| And if you doubt me, jump feet-first
|
| People around me will tell you
|
| Jme’s mentality is one with the Earth
|
| One life, you don’t wanna lose it, no
|
| Once I hit 'em with the stupid flow
|
| «Man Don’t Care» already, you should know
|
| Fam, don’t let me dig a two-foot hole
|
| It’s not that deep, it’s not rocket science
|
| I’m here just tryna have a good time
|
| Hurt one of mine? |
| Fuck that
|
| Man’s at the door next day like Amazon Prime; |
| free delivery
|
| I’ll murder the beat till you’re sick of me
|
| Straight bars, no need for the trickery
|
| Man will smoke that beef like Hickory
|
| Yo, AJ, pass the auxillary
|
| And the iPhone adapter
|
| Give man chills like the fear factor
|
| AJ, DC
|
| Worldwide music, it’s a new chapter
|
| Have the game in a headlock
|
| If I see the cop that killed my brother
|
| Believe he’ll die from the headshots
|
| Beam on the Glock in my Hancock
|
| Hedgehog when I get away
|
| When I’m looking for a prey, better pray like a nun
|
| With a cup full of rum, when the rum is red
|
| Tote a gun instead, dollar bill in ten
|
| When you meet death, reapers are grim
|
| Fucking with me? |
| Send the Reaper to him
|
| Pull out the stick on a pussy ass nigga
|
| They tell me I look like a people to him
|
| Under my brim, abandon the so black
|
| Probably black as my gat, facts
|
| Switch up the style and relax, tax
|
| Act like a hoe, get the MAC wax
|
| Like tack tack
|
| Hit 'em in the back, now that’s that
|
| Gat to the face, that’s Snapchat
|
| Now you a bitch like Kat Stacks, damn
|
| I don’t talk no shit
|
| 'Cause I got too much honour
|
| Nine-millimetre go bang
|
| And this piercing armour |